Tempe transplant here. Came here on a Sunday afternoon and it was PACKED, wall-to-wall with hipsters sitting in oddly straight rows glued to their MacBooks. Some older women gave my husband and I the stink-eye as we walked in since we don't fit that hipster aesthetic. It was loud, but only because the ridiculous volume of the music, as only a few patrons were actually talking to each other.
After waiting in a long, but quick-moving line, we ordered a black tea and an iced mocha. Both were awful. The tea was like straight up water. You seriously could not taste any tea at all. I get it, they are a coffee place, but when you have ten items on your menu, all of them should be exceptional. The iced mocha was a bit better, but nothing to come back for. My husband thought it tasted like refried beans. I couldn't get over the oddly grainy and chalky consistency.
Overall, don't go here unless you like to sniff your own farts. I'm pretty sure the smug generated from this place was responsible for this year's monsoon season.